10/05/2025
From the time she could walk, the sun kissed her small hands as she worked the soil alongside her family. Life on the farm was hard, but it taught her patience, resilience, and the quiet power of care. She learned to tend not just to crops, but to the fragile lives around her—chickens, goats, even the wounded birds she rescued.
Every evening, as the sky turned pink and gold, she dreamed of a life beyond the fields. She wanted to heal, to be a nurse, to touch lives in ways that went beyond farmwork. The journey wasn’t easy. Books were heavy, and the city school was foreign. Nights were long, and the work never stopped. But she carried her roots in her heart—humility, hard work, and love.
Years later, wearing her crisp blue scrubs, she walked into the hospital, hands ready to comfort, heal, and nurture. From the kid who once tilled the land to the nurse who saved lives, she realized that the seeds she planted as a child had grown into a life that bloomed in the hearts of others.
